Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 81

Sinful Angel Chapter 81

Tya squeezed the leather strap of his cangkong bag. Taking a deep breath before finally turning the doorknob and pushing it steady. Stepping in impatiently and closing the door again.

Silence, that's what welcomes him. The room design tempo once measuring five times five meters was quiet silent. Tya put his bag on a round wooden table near the door, next to a flower vase containing a plastic flower arrangement. Then looking for a figure that made him confused since yesterday.

Both eyes were immediately fixed on the bed that was placed side by side with the two opening windows that opened next to each other. Made of wood equipped with glass and white curtains similar to mosquito nets on the inside. On top of the spacious mattress, there was no figure of Bhishma curled up in thick covers while moaning in pain like her shadow since the early hours of yesterday. Pillows and bolsters are still neatly arranged as well as a blanket folded at the end of the bed.

“Say Poppy's room Mas Bisma. But Mas Bismanya really does not exist.” Tya bit her lips fretting.

Worried about the wrong entry, Tya circulated his gaze throughout the room to make sure he had entered the right room. His doubts were broken when he saw the big Navy Samsonite bag. The bag used by Bhishma to carry a change of clothes.

“The test is here? But where's the guy? Or don't-don't go alone to the hospital and pass out on the street so don't pick up my phone,” he said frantically by his own speculation.

Just as Tya intended to get out of there again, another door in the room that escaped from Tya's surveillance creaked open. The sound of the door hinges clashing with each other made Tya turn instantaneously towards the source of the voice with someone who made him unpleasant to eat unwell to sleep appeared there, he said, with a shivering body just wrapped in a towel wrapped around the waist.

Bisma was almost aghast as she clashed with the shady netra who was nailing at her. Bisma's eye beads were astonished, inversely proportional to Tya who began to glaze over with vibrating lips. Moreover, finding Bisma shivering made Tya's worry scream great.

“Tya?” call Bisma spontaneously with a faint folded forehead. “This you?” continued astonishment.

“Mas Bisma!” call Tya hoarse.

Tya quickly crossed the sprawling space that separated the distance between him and Bhishma. And hit the chest of the uninhibited field of Bhishma and cried there. Shedding tears while hugging Bisma tightly.

“Why is Mas's phone dead? I. I'm so worried. I'm afraid something bad happened to me. I-I'm sorry, I opened the message late. I'm afraid Mas is very sick, I'm afraid not just carefree in the wind.” Tya spoke stammered while as he pleased, his back shaking at the sobbing.

While Bisma even gawked, blinked for a moment because he did not understand the reaction of Tya. Remembering something when Tya offended the word message and cheerful which finally brought Bisma remembered on the chat test waves. Unexpectedly it turned out to produce an unexpectedly powerful wave. Tya even came all the way straight to the Peak to see the state.

Tya unravels the deck. Frantically groping the side of Bhishma's face, down to the neck of her shoulder to her chest.

“Tya, i_”

“Quick here!” The sentence of Bisma did not continue, cut off Tya's panicked cry.

Tya led Bisma to the side of the bed. Close the window tightly. Decompose the folds of the blanket and spread them out and wrap them to the front of the body of Bhishma. Snatching her bag of shells quickly, Tya took out eucalyptus and wind oil. Uncovers the blanket a little and begins to blend the eucalyptus on the front of the chest until evenly distributed to the back. Every now and then shrinks the corner of his eye that still gives off its clear fur.

Bisma observed Tya closely. Seriously throwing eucalyptus attentively. The beautiful face of Tya sembap and the tip of her nose blushed red, a sign of this woman crying continuously so that the traces are so obvious. Her hair was a bit disheveled, pigtailed just anyways.

The Bhishma feels himself today like margarine placed on a heated pan. Warm then melted away instantly. Tya's reaction that turned out to be very panicked was only caused by a chat containing the word ‘meriang’, making his heart flowery because it means that Tya has the same feelings as him. The sign of his love is reciprocated.

Tya again enveloped Bhishma who was sitting on the edge of the bed. It's just that it's not wrapped up until it closes backwards this time, leaving the back a bit open even if not completely.

“Mas, slide a little. I'm kerokin, let's get it.” Tya sat behind the back of Bhishma. Shrinking her difficult tears stopped so that her stuffing was still heard filling the air.

The corners of the lips are pulled upwards. Forms the crescent moon. A happy smile was not only on his lips, but also emanated from the look of his eyes.

Tya who was in trouble opened a bottle of wind oil and focused down, did not realize Bisma turned the position even though the sheets and blankets were rubbing causing a rustling sound. Without warning, Bisma scooped up Tya's body and sat her on the lap making Tya scream in shock. Kissing the gnarly cheeks of Tya who was somewhat wet traces of tears then revealed a big smile.

“Mas! Tu-turunin. I-I want to ngerokin. Su-so that her cheer is reduced.” Tya wave, about to go down but the hold of the two arms of Bhishma even tightened.

“I am indeed carefree, but do not need scrapings as medicine. Because this light is different. Abbreviation of longing for affection, whose remedy is the affectionate caress of you, My Wife.”

Instantly, Tya's face reddened, even her ears and neck went along. His heart is beating fast. Tya intended to look away from her nervousness, but Bisma held her chin gently, clenching her intimate lips which followed with the sentence, “I love you, Cintya Angela.”

Seriate.